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Oct 2011
There are four walls in all.
Six if you include the ceiling and floor.
It’s all i have here,
these walls.
They are what support me.
There isn’t any door.
There isn’t any sound,
Just thoughts in here.
I don’t know of the outside.
If there is one i haven’t seen it.
For me these walls are the world.
In here absolution is everywhere.
I am everything in this place.
I am everything in this world.
Lain Ender
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